This is something I remember, when thinking about Corapi:
Our regular-guy parish priest, who came to our house and visited my dying husband, who goes to the hospital every day with prayers and the Eucharist for the sick, who manages all the committees, sees all the drop-ins needing a handout, says mass every day and three times on Sunday, answers all the phone calls, takes care of all the diocesan record keeping, pays all the parish bills, writes all the sermons, and does it all with a smile, a blessing, and sometimes a joke — he’s my hero-priest.
Wonderful guy, unsung, doing his job, praising God, living a quiet life. Up before dawn and working into the night.
Corapi was never my hero. I may be one of the few who didn’t care for his video sermons. The devil may have tried to deal the church a blow, but remember, when we are knocked down to our knees, that is a wonderful position to humble ourselves and pray...;-D I pray for Corapi, but not for him to be restored, I pray that God gathers him close and heals his soul.
You have a wonderful parish priest. God bless him and also you and your family.